I'm going all out!

If I'm spending money, I'll spend it happily!

An organization that even the Manor Owner dares not offend—sorting out a youth is child's play!

Today's shock to Darrell Percival was truly overwhelming!

Moon Manor has always been fierce. On a regular day, if someone caused such a fuss here, their head would have long been separated from their body.

But now, Levin Lake actually chose to turn a blind eye.

Shows how terrifying this Funeral Alliance truly is!

Moreover, this bald guy just wants money.

Wonderful!

Money makes the ghost push the mill!

Darrell Percival has money, but nowhere to spend it!

"Whitaker Dog boss, if you're willing to help, I, Percival, am willing to pay you within my means!"

Darrell Percival clasped his hands, his eyes red and said, "Five hundred billion, aside!"

At these words, Whitaker Dog paused to think and said, "Killing, sure, I'll help you for free."

"Really?" Darrell Percival was overjoyed!

This money truly wasn't wasted, it seems this brother is genuinely loyal!

If I'd known earlier, I would have paid directly, why get to this point?

"I am deeply grateful!"

His excitement was unmistakable.

"Killing doesn't cost anything, consider it making a friend. But when that guy's dead, the grudge between you two ends, you have to give him some dignity, right? You'll pay for his funeral expenses..." Whitaker Dog rubbed his bald head, revealing crimson teeth.

Darrell Percival's smile was a bit stiff, but he quickly adjusted.

Indeed, a dog can't stop eating shit.

Still, this guy is profit-driven, which is good news.

Avenge first, worry later!

"How much?" Darrell Percival cautiously inquired, though his tone was brimming with excitement.

"Currently, we have the Emperor's package, at 20% off! After discount, it's three hundred billion!"

Whitaker Dog held up three fingers.

"Three hundred billion?" Darrell Percival's mouth twitched fiercely!

Is money not money to you?

Worth less than Joss Paper!

"Whitaker, brother..."

Even Levin Lake couldn't stand it anymore. You have to fleece the sheep slowly, otherwise it's like getting the wool and immediately throwing a lamb hotpot!

"Brother Percival may have money, but there are hundreds of people at the dojo needing to eat, right? How about lowering it a bit, and we all make a friend."

Levin Lake leaned on Pranay Martinez, originally very bold.

If it weren't the Funeral Alliance standing here today, he would've led people to attack long ago.

But Pranay Martinez personally called, demanding he avoid conflict with the Funeral Alliance.

Levin Lake didn't know why, but defying the ancestor's command means death.

He had to swallow his pride, trying to salvage dignity without breaking friendships.

Frustrated!

This bald guy is bullying too much!

The sword cultivators around were already restless, just waiting for the Manor Owner's command, they'd draw their blades and charge!

Slice him up!

"Who are you!" Whitaker Dog, hands bloody, clapped Levin Lake, "What, want the package yourself?"

"Cease your rudeness!" A sword cultivator stepped out, pointed at Whitaker Dog, "This is our..."

Swish!

Whitaker Dog kicked this sword cultivator flying.

"In this father's eyes, only the customer matters. If you don't want to end up in a coffin, shut up."

With that, he took out a string of Buddha Beads from his chest and started counting them.

"If I didn't believe in Buddha, you'd be dead already."

He pointed to the sword cultivator, then turned to Darrell Percival, "Eight hundred billion total, give or not!"

Darrell Percival's face looked extremely ugly.

Looking at the situation, five hundred billion has to be paid today.

If I'm going to spend this money, might as well grit my teeth and pay another three hundred billion to get rid of that kid!

"Brother, if you agree, I'll take out one hundred billion myself for you. After all, my sword cultivator also died at his hands."

Levin Lake seemed rather helpless.

The money he squeezed from Darrell Percival over the years was far more than one hundred billion, taking out some for good deeds could still win hearts.

Anyway, lots of fools outside, tricking a couple rich kids, a few hundred billion is easily gained.

"Alright!" Darrell Percival made up his mind, slapped his thigh, "My money is in the warehouse behind the mountain. Want to open it and sort it all out, it'll take some time. So, help me with my task first, and I promise the money won't be short!"

Eight hundred billion is eight hundred billion!

As long as I get revenge!

Money lost can be earned back, but without revenge, how can you live happily?

"Very good!"

Whitaker Dog rubbed his stomach, turned to the undertaker behind him, "Set it up!"

Hungry.

When hungry you eat, don't wait.

"Whitaker brother, if you're hungry, come back to my place, I'll treat you to a meal." Levin Lake felt something wasn't right.

Having a meal in front of someone's mourning hall?

A little much!

"This father eats regardless of venue, hungry then eat. Got dishes, eat dishes, no dishes, eat people."

When Whitaker Dog spoke, his eyes were terrifying.

Clink!

Suddenly.

His phone rang.

This kind of phone isn't afraid of being blocked, because it's a private signal.

"Yo! Brother Lou, not asleep yet?"

"I'm at the Percival place, about to eat. You coming? If you come, we two brothers can drink well. You're so generous, I made eight hundred billion!"

"Done! I'm on it!"

Whitaker Dog hung up, a big pot was already placed in front.

Supported by two coffins below, someone quickly lit a fire.

People around arranged some hotpot ingredients and opened two bottles of Louis 108!

"Dog brother!"

Julius Reed walked through the courtyard, arrived at the mourning hall.

He happened to have something to ask Whitaker Dog, didn't expect this guy to come to the Percival place in person.

Based on his understanding of Whitaker Dog, it's likely the Percival place's been scraped dry.

"Brother Lou!"

Whitaker Dog chuckled and came over, just about to shake hands, but seeing his hands covered in blood, he wiped them off, smiling sheepishly.

"What the hell! It's him! Dare to come!" Darrell Percival shouted: "Master Dog, kill him for me! Three hundred..."

Before finishing, his mouth got covered by Levin Lake.

Even fools could see these two had a special relationship.

Shouting now is asking for death!

But Darrell Percival didn't see it that way!

He thought a profit-driven guy like Whitaker Dog could be swayed by three hundred billion to kill anyone.

What friends!

Can someone like this have friends?

Despite being stopped by Levin Lake, Whitaker Dog basically heard everything.

"What's going on? Brother Lou, this punk wants to kill you?" Whitaker Dog pointed at Darrell Percival behind him, eyebrows raised.

"No problem, his son messed with me, I got rid of him."

Julius Reed had his hands behind his back, glanced at Darrell Percival, "Your son was arrogant, destined to cause trouble for you sooner or later. I've done you a favor getting rid of him, you ought to thank me."

"Damn! Hear that!" Whitaker Dog stormed over, pressing Darrell Percival's shoulder, kicking his knee, "Say thank you!"

Darrell Percival's head buzzed.

Killing... wracking the heart.

Thank you?

"If you don't say it." Whitaker Dog took out a hidden weapon box from behind, pressed it against his skull, "Then tonight I might just add to the menu, enjoy some brain shrimp dumplings!"

"Thank you..." Darrell Percival said it in tears.

Too much bullying!

"That's better!" Whitaker Dog pulled him up, dragged him to Julius Reed, placed their hands together.

"Smile, I'm taking a picture."

With that, he took out his phone and snapped the photo.

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